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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Dec 29, 2011 23:54:21 GMT -5
Feliciano nodded as Mattie acknowledged Kiku’s ‘awesomeness.’ It was a strange concept, this word ‘awesome’ but the little Italian shrugged. It sounded like something typically American and he almost laughed. Clinging to the blonde, he surveyed the sky a moment and the grey clouds above them. They looked particularly full and for a moment the Italian speculated on the prospect of how much snow would fall as it floated down about them.
Food? Food. He peeked at the Canadian from the corner of his eye and watched quietly, observantly as Mattie spoke and he shrugged in agreement not really paying full attention. Instead, he was contemplating more on the delicate curvature of his new friend’s light features. From such an angel he couldn’t see the entirety of Matthew’s face but he could see enough to memorize and imagine the rest of it if he were ever to sketch it. A few snowflakes had gathered on the Canadian’s eyelashes and Feliciano smiled as he attempted to blink them away whilst speaking. The other really did have a cute face if Feli thought about it long enough. There were few males in this world he admired for their elegant features and about only a handful of them Feliciano could claim to have ever spoken to. Adding Mattie to this collection was an award like none that could be granted by the little Italian. Women, hah, there were too many to count. But, who was the artist to discriminate based on sex?
Feliciano, brought out of his musings, was almost surprised as he felt himself pulled closer to the obviously chilly Canadian and the grin that stretched across his otherwise delicate little face could have blinded the sun. He giggled and followed as the two stepped into the restaurant regardless. He looked around from his rather bent vantage point and finally straightened, letting his arm remained coiled around Mattie’s loosely enough. He then swept his gaze briefly over the individuals he’d already contemplated and took in the atmosphere of the joint. It was an interesting place, of obviously higher standard than he knew he could afford at the moment and the little Italian felt a sheepish blush curl around the base of his neck at the thought.
“You said you needed lots of pictures for your project, right, Feliciano? Are you going to do a collage of some kind?”
Feli looked up at Matthew and his flipping pamphlet and grinned again. “Actually, my project is pretty complex. I need to have a reference point to help in re-creating the blueprints and half a painting of the Skydome for my teacher. This is our semester exam, we get those every so often. I need to photograph everything so that back home I can capture the surrounding area which is just as important in order to set the feel of the city.” he smiled, having spoken entirely seriously but for a moment. Then, almost as strangely as the serious attitude had come, Feliciano reverted back to his old self and bounced eagerly, pointing at something out the window he’d spotted while speaking. “Look, look! I see an art store over there. Mattieeee, can we stop by after you get your food?” he whined.
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Post by whelpzie on Jan 4, 2012 17:16:34 GMT -5
>> [/size] He listened with pure interest as Feliciano explained the intent and purpose of his project. Sounded like more work than he would ever want to put into a assignment like that, but it was true the Italian was a bit more into the sort of thing than he. Matthew was a little more than pleased he got a serious string of words out of him until he flipped back, almost as if on a timer. " Yeah, that's fine,[/color]" he responded with a soft swallow, his attention dropping as the waiter came forth. Off of memory he quickly just ordered their soup of the day to go - it was something easy enough to reheat once they past all the whatever the auburn tourist dragged him off to do. It was still a tad awkward to think about, even though by now they had at least fourty minutes of pseudo bonding between them. Stepping out of the counter's path for the other patrons, the Canadian gave Feliciano a soft, inquiring look from under his lashes. " I'm uh, guessing then you do more than photography?[/color]" he half asked, inferring from the art shop to the skewn papers and drawings sticking out of his book bag from before in the studio. He looked like the artsy fartsy type anyways, and if he was in a position to judge, he seemed to have the personality to go along with it too. That was interesting - there were a lot of things you could do with art, and Matthew couldn't think of it as a boring major. He picked his bag off of the counter, pushing his work credit card forward. He figured it was a bit more polite then whipping out his wallet, only because he knew he had enough extra money floating in there in multiple currencies that it might lead him to looking a bit more padded than he really was. Playing it safe, he accepted it with a soft nod and thank you, turning back to his company for him to lead the way as he pleased again, his grip deathly tight on the loops of his plastic satchel. [/blockquote]
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